Five years had slipped by since the daring escape from the palace dungeons, yet King Aldric still felt the phantom weight of his favorite possession. He strode through the bustling market of Eldridge, his guards trailing at a discreet distance, when a flash of familiar golden hair caught his eye. There, haggling over spices at a merchant stall, stood Finn—older, leaner, but unmistakably the man who had once warmed his bed as a pleasure slave for three long years. Aldric's breath hitched; recognition struck like lightning. Finn turned, his sharp green eyes widening for a split second before narrowing into defiance. "Well, if it isn't the tyrant himself," Finn said, voice laced with wit as he stepped closer, ignoring the crowd. "Come to drag me back in chains, Your Majesty? Or just slumming it with the common folk?" Aldric smirked, closing the distance with predatory grace. "Five years, and your tongue's still as sharp as ever. I remember how it felt wrapped around my cock, making me hard in ways no one else could." The air thickened with tension, their past crackling between them like forbidden fire. Finn laughed, a low, husky sound that betrayed no submission. "And I remember how you begged when I had you panting, sweating under me. Freedom suits me better than your gilded cage ever did." They bantered further, Aldric probing about Finn's new life as a trader, Finn retorting with tales of autonomy and lovers who didn't own him. The king's desire reignited fiercely; he wanted Finn back, body and soul. "Let's settle this privately," Aldric growled, leading him to a nearby inn room. Once inside, the door slammed shut, and clothes flew off amid heated kisses. Finn pushed Aldric onto the bed, straddling him with strong thighs. "You think you can claim me again?" he teased, gripping Aldric's hard cock and stroking it to full erection. Aldric groaned, hands roaming Finn's ass, fingers dipping to feel the wet, dripping heat as he prepped him. "Horny for your old master, aren't you?" Finn retorted wittily, lowering himself to give a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling until Aldric was panting and cursing. They switched positions fluidly, Finn riding Aldric's cock with powerful thrusts, their bodies sweating and slick. "Fuck, your ass is tight," Aldric moaned, thrusting up hard. Finn came first, cum spilling across Aldric's chest, then milked the king until he followed with a shuddering release. Collapsing in a tangle of limbs, Finn whispered, "This changes nothing—yet." But as Aldric traced lazy circles on his skin, the king's eyes gleamed with renewed possession. The chapter closed on a single tantalising line: "Five years apart only made the hunt sweeter, and Finn would soon learn the king never truly let go."
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